At times she laughed out her sorrows, <br />and saved her words for the morrows. <br />At times she cried out her happiness, <br />and saved her sighs in loneliness. <br />At times she lost all in doing the rights, <br />and saved a thought for all the nights. <br />A times she gained nothing from all the rights, <br />and saved a pain that never came to light. <br />At times she saw a dream often and again, <br />and saved in the dark a grave to remain. <br />At times she felt her peace lies there, <br />from all the rights and all the wrongs <br />her soul shall leave and her state lies there.<br /><br />prita srini<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conflict-of-the-mind/
